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I reluctantly drag myself back to the door, scanning my surroundings before opening it up.

“Jahmar, that was way too fucking close. Femi almost caught us. We need to hurry the fuck up.”

“Alright, alright, calm your tits,” he teases.

Because Jahmar can’t help himself, he claims me in another dizzying kiss. When he pulls away, I’m smiling like a fool. Of course I fucking am because no matter how much I panic or act like a misery guts, he accepts me. He pulls out my soft side, and I think I pull out his serious side…sometimes. We’re not perfect; if anything, we’re a train wreck in the making, but there’s no one else I’d rather wreak havoc with.

Once I’ve helped Jahmar lug his ‘patient’ upstairs, I go back to my duties and try to entertain Femi for a bit, chatting her ear off while we drink tea and eat the ‘good biscuits’.

Her suspicion from earlier seems to have subsided…for now, at least. I don’t like lying to her. She’s important to me. My circle is pretty small, and I like it that way, so it sits heavy on my heart that I have to deceive her. I have to focus on the bigger purpose, though.

The stuff I read in those requests were things of nightmares. I can’t even fathom the physical and emotional torture these people went through. Part of me wishes we could help more of them find justice, but the risk is too high, and despite how this unconventional thing started with Jahmar, there’s light at the end of the tunnel now. We want to explore this, and we won’t be able to if we’re behind bars.

As Femi wanders off to clean something probably, I pull up Jay’s video feed. I can’t see him, but there’s a man, roughly in his late thirties, lying there out cold with a dry patch over the wound where Jahmar removed his testicles. I wonder what he does with the balls after. Does he keep them or just flush them down the toilet? The thought makes me shudder but also feel a little pleased; these sick fucks had it coming.

Jahmar comes into view, still scrubbed up. He effortlessly glides around the room, checking his patient and cleaning up. I can’t decide if I’m horrified by what he does or slightly turned on. I’ve always felt a bit weird about finding doctors hot because of my brother. Still, Jahmar, all scrubbed up and serving justice, on the other hand, has my cock thickening. I squirm in my seat, readjusting the crotch of my trousers as they grow tight.

Watching him does something to me; I could probably watch him brush his teeth and sport a semi. The fact that he’s blissfully unaware of my gaze has every hair on my body standing up and all my blood rushing south. Before my brain and body can have asensible discussion, I snatch the master keys and prowl towards his apartment.

Chapter 18

Jahmar

I’m about to check my patient’s vitals when lean arms snake around my waist, making me flinch. “Shit,” I gasp.

Anders chuckles against my neck while grinding his already solid length against the crease of my arse.

“I’ve been watching.” His sultry tone makes the hairs on my arms stand.

I smirk, such a little stalker.My stalker.

Just knowing he’s always there, even when I don’t expect it, makes my cock pulse.

“Have you now?”

I figure the whole kidnapping and castrating would put him off, but it has my little lion in heat.

Anders’ hand trails down my body until he reaches his desired destination, roughly cupping my length through the flimsy scrubs.

“I need to be inside you, Jay,” he whispers against the shell of my ear.

Every cell in my body sparks to life. Yes, fucking hell yes.

“Please,” I manage to murmur as he starts to stroke me with more enthusiasm.

Anders manoeuvres me to the other side of the bed and pushes me onto my hands and knees, stealing the breath from me. The plastic tarp crinkles beneath me.

“Right here?” I pant, looking over my shoulder at him. I’ve awoken a beast.

“Yes,” He glances at the patient like he’s reconsidering it. “Will he wake up?”

I fumble in the pocket of my scrubs for a syringe then flick the cap off. I aim it at the man’s neck and stab him, releasing the sedative.

“He won’t now.” I grin.

Anders releases a low moan. “I’m going to hell,” he purrs, eyes hooded, flashing a dangerous smile.

“That’s fine, as long as you take me with you.” I shoot him a wink.

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